The following poem I’ve heard was found on the wall of a hospital in the Philippines after WWII:
And later Edwin McCain put it to song:
Lest We Forget.
Lest We Forget.
Yipes! That means I’ll be reading:
I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. I’m happy to read it but I think there is a deeper message, a commentary on government or society, or something like that ……..???
Curiously, I’m reading Utopia by Thomas More at the moment so it might be interesting to do a comparison.
For anyone who has read Gulliver’s Travels, can you offer any advice or let me know what to expect? Should I do some research beforehand?
Okay, a deep breath, and happy reading everyone!
Okay, this book just keeps getting stranger and stranger. In this section, the reader first gets the honour of following Lancelot on his journeys. We have more incidents of kidnapped knights, devious damsels, murderous giants, prison escapes and vengeance. It always amazes me that these knights can be in the middle of a fight to the death but still manage to hold polite conversation with one another. I’m still unclear as to the chivalric rules of when you kill a knight and when you let him live. Do you only let him live if he’s honourable? What if he’s honourable, yet he’s offended you? I’m not sure. And why, for heaven’s sake, do Knights of the Round Table fight each other? Because there’s no one else handy? Well, back to Lancelot …… our trusty knight further spent his time cutting cloth and stealing swords from corpses; refusing to kiss ladies who perished from their sorrow, and suffered foiled attempts at rescuing ladies from their murderous husbands who finally manage to lop off their heads. Ay me, what fun!
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| Lancelot du Lac N.C. Wyeth source Wikiart |
Beaumains arrives at court and has a fight with the greatest knight Sir Lancelot. He nearly defeats Lancelot and only gives over when Lancelot promises to knight him. He does this without Arthur’s knowledge, nor does he reveal that Sir Beaumains is actually Sir Gareth, the younger brother of Gawaine and Gaheris. I have given up asking why in this book.
Sir Beaumains, with his hidden identity, proceeds to have his own adventures, attaching himself to a maiden who want nothing to do with him, and defeating everyone he meets. Thankfully there is little killing, all due to the maiden who pleads for his rivals’ lives. But, good gracious, does she have a tongue on her! She abuses and belittles him at every opportunity, yet Beaumains will only confess that Linet’s debasement of him makes him fight better. O-kay ……
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| Sir Gareth source |
Eventually Beaumains announces that he loves the lady’s sister, Liones, which doesn’t seem to bother Linet, but apparently the lack of knowledge of Beaumains’ identity does bother them, so, with their brother’s help, they decide to steal his dwarf. That’s right. Beaumains’ dwarf. Why they didn’t just ask Beaumains who he was, remains a mystery. Well, our good Beaumains arrives at the castle to demand the return of his dwarf and the culprits comply since they have discovered that Beaumains is Gareth, son of a king and nephew to King Arthur. The sparks fly between Liones and Gareth and they pledge their love to each other. Are you with me? Good, because it gets better …… or worse, as the case may be …….. That night while sleeping in the hall on a couch (apparently knights need no better sleeping arrangements) a mysterious knight appears, he does battle with Gareth, and Gareth, even though severely wounded in the thigh, lops off his opponents head. Disgusting, yes, but there’s more.
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| The Green Knight preparing to battle Sir Beaumains N.C. Wyeth source Wikiart |
The lady Liones arrives, then her brother, but when Linet appears she immediately plucks up the head, smothers it with ointment, does the same to the neck, and then sticks the two together, whereupon the knight pops up and Linet takes him to her chamber. Enough, right? Malory could not possibly continue the comedy. But he does. The next night, the knight with the re-attached head attacks again and this time Gareth takes no chances. Once again, beheading him, he chops the head into hundreds of pieces and tosses his fleshy confetti out of the window. Does this faze Linet? Not one bit; she runs outside, gathers up the pieces and once again, by some sort of sorcery, re-assembles the hacked up knight. One wonders what would happen if she missed a piece …….. In any case, does this sound like a family you would want to marry into? Well, Gareth does eventually marry the Lady Liones. I guess it could come in handy having a healing sorceress as a sister-in-law. As to the benefits of a rouge dwarf-stealing brother-in-law, I’m not sure …….
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| Tristram and Isolde N.C. Wyeth source Wikiart |
Sir Tristram is also introduced to the reader in the last book and we learn of his love for La Belle Isould. Again, it’s rather confusing and this post is getting long so we’ll perhaps save their shenanigans for next time!
So, all in all, an interesting read and I must say I’m enjoying it better than when I started. My favourite story of this section is, as you can tell, the story of Sir Gareth. My favourite name? Definitely King Anguish of Ireland. His name brings a sort of brotherly emotion to the spirit of the read!
Oh, no. When I saw it was spin time at the Classics Club, I stopped breathing. I’m swamped beneath a pile of books for online book groups AND courses. For one course, I’m actually required to read Dante’s Inferno and Vita Nuova three times in six weeks! Help! So the sane thing to do would be to let this spin pass, right? …….. Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it!
For my last spin I finished The Importance of Being Earnest (review still in progress) and Moonlight Readers spin book, Summer by Edith Wharton. This time I’m not going to be attempting double spins, I promise!
As per usual, the rules for the spin are:
I used the random list organizer here to choose the 20 books from my master list. So my list ended up looking like this:
This list is a fantastic draw. My only concern is the length of the book chosen. Reading anything extra in November is impossible, so that will only leave me one month to finish. Ivanhoe, as much as I’m dying to read it, is probably not the best choice.
So now all I have to do is hold my breath, cross my fingers and wait.
Are you excited about this spin? Which titles do you hope to see chosen?
“In my Book of Memory, in the early part where there is little to be read, there comes a chapter with the rubric: Incipit vita nova. It is my intention to copy into this little book the words I find written under that heading —- if not all of them, at least the essence of their meaning.”
Beatrice was eight years old and Dante, nine, the first time they set eyes on each other. Instantly, he felt an abiding connection with her, even though it was nine years after that before he finally saw her again, and she greeted him, her words entwining through his heart. Lovely Beatrice, who became Dante’s love, his obsession and his Muse. Never a conversation was had between them, only greetings, yet his life was filled with her presence, her goodness and grace, her being so angelic that she filled his heart until he wondered if it could contain her. All thoughts revolved around his beautiful Beatrice; she was his life and through her, his poetry gained a new vitality.
“Well, Piotr, not insight yet?” was the question asked on May the 20th, 1859, by a gentleman of a little over forty, in a dusty coat and checked trousers, who came out without his hat on to the low steps of the posting station at S—–.”
What sort of relationship do you have with your father? Is it one of respect, deference, and honour, or do you think his ways too traditional, his thought process too archaic, and to keep a tentative understanding between you, do you have to employ a somewhat forced amiability, while underneath feeling an impatient scorn?
In Fathers and Sons, Turgenev examines the ideas of the new and old, progress and stagnation, and generational differences. Yet while Turgenev portrays these conflicts within families and people, the themes echos the struggles that were occurring in Russia itself, between the common liberals and a nihilism movement that was growing and expanding at an alarming rate. Immediately the reader is tossed into the battle and while you expect to be buffeted to-and-fro between the two forces, one is surprised to find a more gently tossing, a disturbing reminder of how subtly, yet how pervasively this new philosophy could spread into the ideas and actions of the people.
Arkady Nikolaitch returns home from university with his good friend, Bazarov, a self-confessed nihilist, who issues a dripping contempt for most people around him. Arkady maintains a good relationship with his father Nikolai Petrovitch and his uncle Pavel Petrovitch, yet through Bazarov’s influence he begins to question what he values about their antiquated thought and primitive ways.
With Bazarov’s nihilistic charm and new trendy ideas, his challenging of the status quo makes him a hero of the younger generation, while the older regard him either as dangerous, or rather like an unusual specimen that they can’t quite figure out. Yet, in spite of renouncing life and its perceived useless order, we find that Bazarov is unable to escape it. While visiting the house of a widowed woman, Anna Sergyevna Odintsov, he becomes enamoured of her, his emotion overriding his philosophy and eroding some of its immutable strength.
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| Ivan Turgenev hunting (1879) Nikolai Dmitriev-Orenburgsky source Wikipedia |
Turgenev does a masterful job of having nature interplay with the characters, their ideas and emotional struggles. For example, Bazarov is blind to the beauty around him He merely uses nature, as he engages in his hobby of dissecting frogs, pulling Nature itself apart to examine its inner workings. He can only appreciate the slaughtered bits, but is unable to interact with the whole, Nature as life and beauty.
I don’t believe that Bazarov’s nihilism was a true nihilism. He obviously wanted to reject the status quo and, in fact, had a quarrel with it, which is apparent in his simmering anger when he speaks about it. He doesn’t just want to contradict it, he longs to disparage it. His philosophy is a quasi-nihilism that supports his self-importance and that he uses more as a crutch. He is passionate about it but appears to use it merely as a play for power. He has developed a philosophy, which is truly an anti-philosophy that prevents him from interacting with life itself.
While with Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky you often feel buffeted by the high emotion or deep philosophy, Turgenev’s approach is more gentle, lulling his ideas into the reader’s head with his pastoral description, and lyric pace. Yet for being gentle, it is no less powerful. Turgenev has conducted a true masterpiece!
Translated by Constance Garnett
“In these days the most useful thing we can do is to repudiate – and so we repudiate …”
Well, when I first read the title post, I recoiled. I do not like series because EVERYTHING is a series now, and because this format is so popular, it makes me immediately not want to read anything remotely like a series (do you sense a little stubborness in my character? I prefer to call it non-conformity. 😉 ) In any case, I then started to remember some series from a time when series weren’t a sheep-flocking event (don’t worry, I do know that there are some worthwhile series out there), and when I started to add some children’s series, my list started to form:
1. The Barsetshire Chronicles by Anthony Trollope
2. The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
3. The Space Trilogy by C.S. Lewis
4. The Pallisers by Anthony Trollope
5. Finn Family Moonmintroll series by Tove Jansson
6. The Swallows and Amazons series by Arthur Ransome
7. The History of the English Speaking Peoples by Winston Churchill
8. Books by Alfred J. Church
9. The Mitchells Series by Hilda van Stockum
10. The Musketeers books by Alexandre Dumas
Hmmm …… interesting how my bent has run to quite a few children’s series. I think that’s proof that my brain is overloaded and needs a break. Now to get through the next few months before that need can become a reality!
“The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut tree into the middle of the road.”
During a hike in the English hills, Elwin Ransom stumbles across a boyhood acquaintance, Devine, and his friend Weston, a scientist. Secretly these two men drug Ransom and take him in a spaceship to the planet, Malacandra, known in earth language as Mars. When he revives, Ransom overhears that he is to be offered as a human sacrifice for an alien race called the Sorns, and he plans his escape. Finding himself alone on this strange planet, he eventually encounters creatures called the Hrossa. Initially very simple and traditional in their ways, Ransom begins to realize that they have an intelligence that may surpass earthly intelligence. Quickly he learns their language and begins to value their ways, yet all too soon he is sent on a mission to the Oyarsa, the ruling being of Malacandra. His adventures not only throw him once again into conflict with Devine and Weston, where blind scientific ardour and unconscionable greed clash with humanity’s better nature, but Ransom is finally able to discover why Earth is considered the “silent planet”.
Malacandra is presented as a rather simple society, with the Hross being like shepherds and poets, and the Sorns the intellectuals, imparting wisdom to the community. Yet, in spite of the obvious higher intellect of the inhabitants, Devine and Weston perceive them as being primitive and unintelligent because they do not have the scientific advances of Earth. Weston, in particular, grasps onto his pre-conceptions like a drowning man, refusing to believe that such primitive appearance could ever understand or grapple with his vision of a new type of man. His ingrained perceptions, that have been formed by science, make him blind to the beauty and intricacies of Malacandrian culture, and even worse, his grandiose plans for the needs of man, allows him to view the Malacandrians as sub-human and therefore, expendable.
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Lewis wrote Out of the Silent Planet as a deliberate critique of Evolutionism, in particular in response to two written works, one by Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men, and an essay by J.B. Haldane, published in a volume titled Possible Worlds. Both saw men evolving into a divinity that could jump from planet to planet, a being stripped down to pure intelligence. Lewis felt that each, while on one hand portrayed man as a fascinating and beautiful creature, nevertheless showed man’s littleness. To him these views held a potential danger, opening the door to options of experiments on humans and animals. (Interestingly, Lewis was a firm anti-vivisectionist and he would never set traps for the mice who inhabited his rooms at Oxford.) He stated that the trilogy was less a tribute to earlier science fiction than a kind of exorcism of some of its ideas. At its heart, the trilogy is anti-Wellsian and to its conception, Lewis credited a one-of-a-kind novel, David Lindsay’s Voyage to Arcturus. To his friend, Ruth Pitter, he wrote: “From Lindsay I learned what other planets in fiction are really good for: for spiritual adventures. Only they can satisfy the craving which sends our imaginations off the earth. Or putting it in another way, in him I first saw the terrific results produced by the union of two kinds of fiction hitherto kept apart: the Novalis, G. MacDonald, James Stephens sort and the H.G. Wells, Jules Verne sort. My debt to him is very great.” Lewis was trying something new!
A wonderful start to The Space Trilogy. When I first read the trilogy, this book was my favourite, probably because it was the least complex. Even so, Lewis weaves in views of how medievals saw the universe and angels, as well as sprinkling elements of classicism throughout. The next book is Perelandra. Hang on to your seats because “you ain’t seen nothing yet”!
“The weakest of my people does not fear death. It is the Bent One, the lord of your world, who wastes your lives and befouls them with flying from what you know will overtake you in the end. If you were subjects of Maledil you would have peace”
In preparation for starting my MOOCs course, Dante’s Journey to Freedom Part I, I thought it might be a good idea to do some pre-reading about Dante, his world and the poem itself, and it took me less than a second to decide who I wanted to take me there. In spite of being known for his children’s and theological books, C.S. Lewis’ specialty was actually Medieval and Renaissance Literature. In fact, his knowledge was so respected that Magdalene College at the University of Cambridge created a chair especially for him.
I’m not sure how interesting this post will be for people who aren’t interested in Dante, but I thought it would be a good reference for myself as Lewis’ lecture contains some very detailed information. If anyone makes it to the end you win a prize of a virtual pat on the back and my enduring gratitude! 😉
The simile is a poetic device that is used for illustration. It can fall into three categories:
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> straight similes built on ancient principles
> a state or action in the story is compared to a state or action that can
be observed in external nature, whether animate or inanimate
> short by Virgilian standards
> illustrations of a traveler
> introduced in plain, business-like manner, simply in order to make the
meaning of the writer as clear to the reader as it is to himself
> a vividness that produces the maximum of illusion
> immediate impact on the senses
> connections purely pictorial
> eg. ” As frogs confronted by their enemy,
the snake, will scatter underwater till
each hunches in a heap along the bottom.”
Inferno IX, line 76 (Mandelbaum)
> one emotion is compared with another
> Homer and Virgil rarely used this form (Homer only once)
> eg. #1 “so-and-so feels in this situation just like I would feel in that
situation in ordinary life”
> eg. #2 ” At that he turned and took the filthy road
and did not speak to us, but had the look
of one who is obsessed by other cares”
Inferno IX, line 101-103 (Mandelbaum)
** illustrates psychological and pictorial simile combined **
> things are linked together by a profound philosophical analogy or even
identity
> “like” in these similes turn into “same”
> relation between things is one of response or correspondence, like that
of a mirror image to a real object or, (as Dante says) of shadow to
body
> “… in the greatest Dantesque similes, the longer you look the greater
the likeness becomes and the more fruitful in thoughts that are
interesting as long as you live.” p. 72
> eg. In Paradiso, Beatrice gazes at the sun and Dante, who was gazing
at Beatrice, imitates her and also gazes at the sun. The process
whereby Beatrice’s gaze produces Dante’s is compared to the
process of reflexion by which one beam begets a second. And
this second beam is in its turn compared to a pilgrim desirous of
return. Dante and Beatrice are literaliter [literal] to the sun (and
allegorice [allegorical] to God) what all reflected beams are to the
original source of light and what Dante is literaliter to Beatrice
and the human understanding allegorice to Wisdom and the
whole universe is to the Unmoved Mover. The whole of
Christian-Aristotelian theology is brought together. The image
reverberates from that one imagined moment over all space and
time, and further.
Other interesting notes:
Definitions:
ectype – copy from an original
“There is so much besides poetry in Dante that anyone but a fool can enjoy him in some way or other ….” p. 75
“If bees were associated only with honey and not with stings, I should say that Dante every now and then wakes up a whole beehive, by giving us some image which seems to focus all the rays of his universe at a single point or touching some wire which sets the whole system vibrating in unison.” p.73
On the Virgilian simile: “Clearly, when it has reached this stage, the original purpose of illustration has become a mere excuse, though an excuse still necessary to lull the logical faculty to sleep, and the real purpose of simile is to turn epic poetry from a solo to an orchestra in which any theme the poet chooses may be brought to bear on the reader at any moment and for any number of purposes” p. 66
“It is hard for a translator to ruin the great passages in Dante as every translation ruins Virgil.” p. 76
“I think Dante’s poetry, on the whole, the greatest of all the poetry I have read: yet when it is at its highest pitch of excellence, I hardly feel that Dante has very much to do. There is a curious feeling that the great poem is writing itself, or at most, that the tiny figure of the poet is merely giving the gentlest guiding touch, here and there, to energies which, for the most part, spontaneously group themselves and perform the delicate evolutions which make up the Comedy.” p. 76
” ….. I draw the conclusion that the highest reach of the whole poetic art turn out to be a kind of abdication, and is attained when the whole image of the world the poet sees has entered so deeply into his mind that henceforth he has only to get himself out of the way, to let the seas roll and the mountains shake their leaves or the light shine and the spheres revolve, and all this will be poetry, not thing you write poetry about ………. We are made to dream while keeping awake at the same time.” p. 76-77
Books 1 to 5 are now read and I’m on track, but only because I’d started this book ages ago and had already read to Book 4. I may fall behind but I’ll do my best not to.
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| Merlin Taking Away The Infant Arthur N.C. Wyeth source Wikiart |
I may have said before in some of my comments that this book was not what I expected. And what did I expect? Well probably something more similar to Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, where there is a quest, but an element of seriousness to it. Arthur’s knights seem to meander around looking for a quest, often stumble onto some odd happenings, hack and stab and kill some other knights or perhaps spare their lives. I’m not sure what has unsettled me about this read. Is it because Malory tells and tells and tells, but never shows? Is it the very ignoble behaviour mixed in with the gracious knightly behaviour? Is it because the story is related in a very serious tone but somehow it metamorphizes into something that is somewhat comical? I’m not really sure yet.
In any case, the story begins with Uther Pendragon coveting the Duke of Cornwall’s wife, Igraine. Pendragon makes a bargain with Merlin that if he will give him Igraine, he, in turn, will give over their first born child to Merlin. Of course, that child is Arthur, the one who pulls the sword from the stone and becomes King of all Britain, and also creates the order of The Kings of the Round Table.
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| ” … and when they came to the sword that the hand held, King Arthur took it up …” N.C. Wyeth 1922 source Wikiart |
What follows is the various adventures of his knights, with Arthur making appearances here and there. Other knights, especially wicked, dark knights, grumpy knights and average day-to-day knights, play prominent roles in the tales, where Arthur’s knights usually kill, maim or become friends with their opponents. Various ladies make appearances as well.
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| The Beautiful Lady Without Pity Arthur Hughes 1863 source Wikiart |
It was rather disturbing when Sir Gawaine managed to behead a lady while she was trying to protect her knight, but perhaps more shocking was Arthur’s slaughter of the innocent children born on May Day because of a prophecy that one born on that day would be the cause of his death.
Encouragingly, the plot began to pick up in Book 5. Emperor Lucius of Rome has come to demand tribute from Arthur. After a long and bloody battle, Arthur is victorious. As he prepares to send the bodies of Lucius and many of his senators back to Rome, his words to them sent shivers down my spine:
And I suppose the Romans shall be ware how they shall demand any tribute of me. And I commend you to say when ye shall come to Rome to the Potestate, and all the Council and Senate, that I send to them these dead bodies for the tribute that they have demanded. And if they be not content with these, I shall pay more at my coming, for other tribute owe I none, nor none other will I pay. And me thinketh this sufficeth for Britain, Ireland, and all Almaine, with Germany. And furthermore I charge you to say to them that I command them upon pain of their heads never to demand tribute of me ne of my lands.
Just thrilling!